“Then you know my body will adapt to this sooner rather than later, right?”

“We project nineteen hours.”

“Bet I do it in nine then.”

“We have accounted for your motivation.”

“My motivation. My motivation? You don’t know shit about my motivation! How can you? I mean seriously? I’ve been the only fucking immortal for five hundred years. Not exactly a large sample size is it?”

“We are aware of the odds.”

“Of course you’re aware. That why there are shackles too? In the dark? Strapped to a ball. A fucking ball? In a centrifuge!”

“Oh please, not that shit again… Fine. So, what’s the plan this time, eh? ‘Cause when the nuclear bomb ionizes the centrifuge, I will still be alive and still in one piece. Remember your Marianas Trench debacle? Sure it took me twenty years to climb my soggy ass out of there, but do you remember how pissed I was?”

“Yes.”

“Do you really?”

“Yes.”

“Good! Because that is nothing compared to how pissed I’m going to be after this!”

“We accounted for that.”

“You accounted for losing half your Army knocking me out this time too? ‘Cause it’ll make the ass kicking I give you all the easier than, huh? You ‘account’ for that? ‘Cause you’re going to be first ‘Nameless Voice!’ Hear that? I’m coming for you first!”

“We hear you.”

“We? No. Not ‘We.’ You. I will be coming for you no matter how long it takes? Oh, and don’t worry, you’ll recognize me. I’ll be the pissed off immortal!”

“We will all be dead by then.”

“Killing yourself when the bomb goes off then, are you?”

“Not quite.”

“‘Not quite?’ That’s it? So now I’m playing what, ‘I Spy,’ with you? I spy with my little eye- nothing. Because the centrifuge is fucking dark.”

“You are not in a centrifuge.”

“Well what bloody else am I- You put me in a fucking rocket?”

“Yes.”

“A nuke into the Sun seems a bit overkill, don’t you think? Plus, hot tip, not even the Sun can kill me.”

“Of course you, ‘know.’ So, Moon then is it? Mars, perhaps? Uranus’ Moons? Ha! Get it? Still no humor? Fine. Look mate, time is on my side, I will get back. There is nowhere, not the smallest asteroid in our Solar System that can hold me.”

“Your destination is not inside our Solar System.”

“What do you…”

“Your trajectory is away from our Solar System.

“But…”

“The nuclear blast will continue that trajectory and eventually accelerate you out of our Galaxy.”

“The Hell!?”

“Our calculations predict a minimum of fifteen billion years before you encounter another object.”

I think they will have little recourse! i’m also happy that their gender did indeed come across as not specified. I tried it as a challenge with both voices, but wasn’t sure if it had succeeded. Thanks for the comment!